WARNING: This story contains farts.

This story is a sequel to: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/47963467/

This story is also inspired by Tom & Jerry. Hope you like it.

It was a sunny afternoon in the suburban neighborhood, a trainer and his Pokémon stand in the driveway. One year after a chaotic situation between his Charmeleon and a Rattata, homeowner Martin explains important matters to his newly evolved Charizard. "I'm gonna be out until tonight. Please try not to embarrass yourself again, okay sweetie?" He says in a stern tone, petting the cute dragon.

Getting into his pickup truck, the man accidentally drives over Charizard's toes and speeds off - making her yelp. Sniffling with tears in her eyes, she looks down at her cartoonishly flattened foot. Suddenly, her old rival emerges from the bushes. Once a Rattata, he's evolved into a Raticate. Growling lowly, the dragon watches the rat pull a bicycle pump from a pocket in his fur. Pointing at her big mouth, Raticate smiles while offering her to put the hose in.

Since he's offering to help, she's glad to know that the once devious rat has changed his ways. At least, so she thinks... Upon sticking the hose tip between her lips, Raticate pulls and pushes the handle in long drawn-out bursts of air. Twiddling her thumbs nervously, the dragon feels all three of her toes puffing back up to normal. After getting a sufficient amount of pumps, the rat keeps feeding her air - having way too much fun.

Rising off her feet with a subtly inflating midsection, Charizard growls while tugging on the hose. Realizing why she can't remove it, Raticate was clever enough to super glue the tip of the spout. Inflating to bigger and broader proportions, her arms and legs all straighten out stiffly, gently retracting into her new blimp-like body. Moaning while her scales creak with high-pitched twangs, the dragon blows out a wet fart.

Now that she's a huge balloon, her face can just barely be seen poking out from its chubby neck-roll covered crevice. Fidgeting her claws around deep within herself, Charizard flaps her wings uselessly - making them bounce off herself like a trampoline. At the moment, she's nothing more than a blimp with a flame-tipped tail. Laughing uncontrollably, the rat's proud to have had the chance to pull off his circus trick.

Snickering devilishly, Raticate strongly tugs the hose out of the dragons mouth - sending her whizzing and spiraling around through the sky. While Charizard slowly deflates back down to normal, the rat puts on a yellow hard hat, grabs a tool box, and rushes into the house... After such an embarrassing circus act, the dragon crashes into the yard like a meteor. Spitting dirt out of her mouth, Charizard roars and stomps the ground in frustration.

Rushing in through the front door, the dragon steps on a skateboard with fireworks attached to the bottom. Accidentally lighting it with her tail, it ignites and sends her zooming uncontrollably through the living room, into the kitchen. Flailing and screaming along the way, she rides straight into a freshly built iron pillory-stock. Slamming her wrists and neck into its open slots, the top-half slams down - automatically locking her in place.

Struggling to break free, Charizard's now awkwardly slouched forward. Opening the pantry closet from within, Raticate cackles with a remote controller gripped in his paws. Clicking the big red button, white-gloved mechanical hands extend from the refrigerator, from beneath the sink, and from the pantry itself. With great speed and efficiency, the hands begin unpacking, prepping, and cooking lots of food.

While a huge pot of chili sizzles on the stove, a pizza bakes in the oven. As a generic television dinner spins in the microwave, bags of cookies and chips get gently ripped open. Terrified, the dragon closes her mouth and tries looking away. Alas, despite her best efforts, two robot hands grab onto her long snout. With one latched onto Charizard's upper jaw, the other grips her lower jaw - forcing her mouth wide open, she wiggles her tongue around desperately.

One thing after another, various snacks get shoved into her mouth. With the two hands forcing the dragon to chew, a third rubs her throat - assisting in the process of making her gulping down contents. To make matters worse, two more hands approach Charizard's rear. While one lifts her tail straight up, the other aggressively spanks her cream-colored butt. Groaning between gulps, she's also forced to spread her legs apart from her ever-expanding midsection.

After consuming all the cookies and chips in the house, the dragon is forced to drink a huge bottle of diet cola. Gulping away, the severe bellyache she's experiencing make her eyes spin in circles. Enjoying the show very much, the rat listens to all the sloshes and gurgles emitting from her swelling bloat. Spattering out even more nasty farts, the robot hands are now serving her the steak television dinner.

Quickly dumping it across her tongue, it doesn't take long for them to rapidly force feed her slices of pizza, and eventually, the large pot of chili. Of course, there was still much, much more left to eat around the house... ONE HOUR LATER. With the pillory-stock now placed in the attic, Charizard is laid flat on her wings at the center of the kitchen floor – utterly immobile. Truly a grotesque sight to behold, her stomach is severely inflated with food.

Looking as if she's pregnant with a clone of herself, the dragons belly button has poked out with a little X across it. Too stuffed and groggy to even lift her frail arms, the three mechanical hands continue force feeding her row after row of chocolate cream stuffed donuts. As for the spanking hands, they've given her sore booty a break – now rubbing all over her massive girth, helping her digest the morbid feast.

Luckily, after Charizard swallows a dozen donuts, she gets a moment to belch before getting the next batch shoved in her big mouth. Moaning endlessly, the dragon can't stop spewing out noisy wet farts. Finally, the machine has finished stuffing all the houses food down Charizard's throat. Now that she can freely move her head and look around, she whimpers at the sight of her enormous orb-like belly – feeling every bit as fit to burst as she looks, her abdominal flesh twangs with tension.

After feasting like the worlds most determined Lechonk, the dragon's now bigger and fatter than any Snorlax around. Suddenly, the front door creaks open, and all the belly-rubbing hands retract back into their hiding places. “Gosh, what's that awful smell?” Frowns Martin, stepping into the living room. Hearing Charizard spatter out a disgusting fart, he checks the kitchen – only to see her spread legs, gargantuan balloon belly, and lots of colorful trash scattered all around her.

“Well tubby, it looks like you're going on a specialized diet. I can't believe you ate everything. I mean, look at you, you're literally bursting at the seams.” Sighs Martin, crossing his arms. Comically, all the dragon can do in response is burp, fart, and moan – all while Raticate hides and laughs to himself at her misfortune. With great frustration, the man has Charizard hoisted via crane out of his home, and shipped straight to Pokémon Fat Camp. Comically, she churned, wobbled, and sloshed during the whole trip. At the very least, she'll get a complimentary pink sweatband. THE END